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There was one thing Rimuru hadn't told Rin.

The Holy Grail could never choose Rimuru. It feared him!

Rimuru had once wanted to devour it. The moment it saw Rimuru, it would run for its life—how could it possibly choose him again of its own accord?

Still, that didn't matter. After all, the Holy Grail...

Didn't have legs.

Back at the scene, Berserker's presence suddenly weakened in his senses, so Rimuru could not afford to waste any more time talking with the others. He was the first to transform into spiritrons and set off.

Sylphiel followed without hesitation. Saber had wanted to go as well, but Animusphere stopped her.

After all, they still needed a Servant to protect them as they advanced, just in case.

Spiritronization was meant to facilitate Spiritron Transfer, and it was several times faster than flying—even a journey of only a few kilometers would probably take several minutes at full speed with Rin Tohsaka and the others, but in spiritron form, it took only seconds.

When Rimuru arrived, what greeted him was Berserker's massive, scar-covered body struggling desperately to break free from Enkidu.

Rimuru did not know how many lives Gilgamesh had already taken from Berserker, but it did not matter. No matter how many lives Berserker had left, he could not threaten beings on Gilgamesh and Rimuru's level. So Rimuru simply waved a hand, and Sylphiel instantly transformed into a Demon Scythe behind him, spinning as she flew out!

"Well, looks like I'm not too late."

With a whoosh, a spinning black streak like lightning flashed past and severed Enkidu completely. The moment Gilgamesh heard Rimuru's voice, his expression turned ugly.

But Gilgamesh had no time to seek out the voice. The instant Enkidu broke, Berserker roared and swung his oppressive nameless club down at